Bismarck

Chapter 295: This is the United States Navy!

Taking advantage of the night, the German Atlantic Fleet, relying on its higher speed to break through the GIUK defense line, swaggered into the North Atlantic "hunting ground".

Under the guidance of the reconnaissance plane sent by Zeppelin, a British escort team is facing a catastrophic disaster...

The merchant fleet, which was traveling at a speed of only about ten knots, was burning fiercely under the iron wings of the sudden dive bombers, and the few destroyers were also badly damaged, struggling to cope with the fighter planes that appeared from time to time in the sky, and the sparse anti-aircraft artillery bombarded the sky from time to time.

But their nightmare is far from over. Do they think these few planes are all they have?

Although the main goal was to break through, Lütjens would not let go of any fat meat he encountered on the way, so in order to save aerial bombs, the Tirpitz rushed forward, after all, shells were cheap...

For such a otaku, taking the initiative is really commendable. Of course, he was forced to do so by the captain.

The flagship of the convoy, an old D-class light cruiser, had no choice but to face the aggressive German battleships. The result was predictable. After a few rounds of shelling, it was hit and a huge explosion occurred. It was hit from head to tail by three 380mm shells. After only ten minutes, it turned into a whirlpool in the Atlantic Ocean with hundreds of sailors, and nothing was left...

Seeing their last escort troops being wiped out so easily by the huge demon, the transport ships of the gods were completely frightened and scattered. However, how could the transport ships of the crickets possibly outrun the artillery shells and planes?

Even if these transport ships have been equipped with some weapons, including 6-inch guns and 40mm or even 3-inch old-fashioned anti-aircraft guns, they can never be the opponents of regular aircraft carriers and battleships...

Seeing that a massacre was about to take place, Tirpitz turned his guns towards the fleeing figures one after another.

But suddenly a discordant voice emerged.

"This is the United States Navy! USS Yorktown aircraft carrier task force! You have entered the Pan-American Neutral Zone! In the name of the Commonwealth of American States, we warn you to withdraw from this waters immediately! Otherwise, all consequences will be borne by you!"

A shadow in the sky was getting closer and closer. The sharp-eyed Zeppelin saw clearly that it was some blue-painted planes with white five-pointed stars on the wings. They were short, thick, and clumsy, but they looked like they might be quite sturdy.

"The American Navy?"

Moreover, the other side seemed not to be afraid of him at all. Although it seemed that they had no advantage over him, they still formed a battle formation and flew over the fleeing merchant ships!

"Are you trying to protect them?" Zeppelin snorted coldly.

She quickly reported the situation to Lütjens in her original body. Soon, Lütjens, frowning, turned on the high-power radio microphone...

"This is the German War Navy Atlantic Fleet, we are carrying out combat missions! The British merchant fleet transporting supplies to the British mainland is an act of war, and our fleet has the right to intercept and attack! Please don't obstruct us!!"

"We have entered neutral waters. Our fleet is on patrol in neutral waters! According to international law and the orders of our government, our fleet is obliged to maintain peace and order in neutral waters!" The American commander on the radio had a high-handed tone, and sounded fearless...

"If you continue to attack, my fleet will have no choice but to take action! According to international law, if your fleet insists on its own way and causes a conflict with our country or even turns into a war, your fleet will bear full responsibility!"

If Bismarck were here, he would definitely laugh - international police.

Lütjens frowned even more tightly. This was a matter concerning another country and it was not something that he, the commander, could decide.

Although he may not be afraid of this York City, and judging from what Zeppelin said, those fighters are no match for his GR186. But the problem is that politics determines the military, not the military determines politics...

Provoking a war with a big country that is neutral (although still taking sides, at least nominally) for no reason would definitely be a big problem for Germany's strategy! Even though they knew that they might become an outright rival in the future, they still had to be as polite as possible to stabilize the other party - this is politics...

The fleet of planes in the sky had been confronting each other. Zeppelin and a group of young men had already locked the other side in the aiming hole, just waiting for the order from the headquarters to rush over in an instant and send these ignorant creatures into the sea.

However···

Lütjens in the command post also considered for a long time, weighing the pros and cons - in fact, there was no need to weigh at all. He would not order his troops to go to war with a neutral country unless the Führer instructed.

Finally, Lütjens grabbed the microphone...

There was a hint of unwillingness in the calm tone...

"Everyone retreat, including Tirpitz. Do not continue to attack the British fleet."

"Damn it! Why are we evacuating?"

In the bridge of Tirpitz, an angry Lindemann pounded his fist on the chart table: "Tirpitz, ask me why they stopped fighting over there?!"

He was having a great time fighting when he was suddenly blocked by something that came out of nowhere, which made him very annoyed.

Tirpitz glanced at Lindemann, sat aside and began to inquire about the situation, but soon, an order telegram from Lütjens came.

There was only one sentence on the telegram...

"Our country's current diplomatic situation is still unclear, so we should not make another powerful enemy----evacuate immediately! Obey orders!!"

"asshole!"

The telegram was torn in half on the spot, and then, amid Lindemann's unwilling and angry "retreat", the crumpled telegram was thrown into the trash can...

Zeppelin also looked at the transport ship not far away unwillingly, as the prey in his hands just flew away.

"Retreat!" She also snorted coldly, turned around first, turned back and left, and then a group of angry young men followed.

Watching the two German battleships and the German aircraft group in the sky turn around and evacuate, the commander of the Yorktown sneered disdainfully, turned his head and said to his subordinates: "...Send a telegram to the British Royal Navy and tell them that the German Atlantic Fleet, Tirpitz and Zeppelin, have been found in the XX sea area..."

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Chapter 296: Spy Cat

The depressed Zeppelin and her subordinates landed one by one. As soon as they got off the plane, the pilots were in a panic.

As the proud German naval aviation force, they encountered such humiliation for the first time - they actually retreated without a fight under such a threat!

"Captain, this is simply... simply... oh!" Bal ran to Zeppelin and angrily said "just" for a long time, but still could not utter any complete sentences. In the end, he could only stomp his feet fiercely.

"What? This is the commander's decision. Do you want to disobey military orders?" Zeppelin, who was already angry, frowned, his face turned cold, and he glared at Bal.

"No, I..."

Bal's luck was bad. Zeppelin was already upset, but he went to the front and lit a fuse. This time he was directly used as a punching bag...

"You've become a lot braver, Bar." Zeppelin sneered. She was sometimes very serious even with her sisters, not to mention her subordinates.

She glared and started to scold him.

"Major Zeppelin, the commander wants you over!"

"What? I know."

"You go back now. From now on to Brest, all your missions are cancelled!" Zeppelin said angrily and headed towards the bridge.

"I..." Bal's heart was simply *＃%￥%... (Please use your imagination to fill in the details~)

"Bar, you are so lucky! That signalman saved your life." Seeing Bar's unhappy expression, Erich Rudolf, who was also the squadron leader with Bar, felt it necessary to comfort him...

He smiled and leaned on Bal's shoulder: "You are really lucky. If the commander hadn't asked the captain for something, you would be finished now!"

"I did nothing wrong!" Bal slapped his salted pig's trotter away unhappily.

"I know, I know. No one is wrong in this matter, but this is an order from above. The captain must be feeling bad." Rudolph began to comfort his comrade: "She was already angry, and if you make a scene like this, won't she take it out on you? Have you forgotten what you said last time, about the one under your command who was disciplined by the captain?"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't get involved with me. I've always been very obedient." Buckhorn, who was standing next to him, also came over with a gloating look. When he first came, he was just like Bal. He couldn't stand the discipline of a woman, so he "foolishly" proposed to compete with Zeppelin. Then, he was beaten by Zeppelin in various fancy ways during the air combat training. The various circling and fighting stunts made Buckhorn lie in bed for three days because of airsickness... From then on, he became much more honest - he almost had a psychological trauma when he saw his own fighter plane, how could he not be honest?

"If the captain gets angry and forces you to fly for training, you'll be in real trouble. As a fighter pilot, you'll be made airsick by the instructor... I felt like I couldn't see anyone for half a month!" Buckhorn said to Bal half with lingering fear and half heartless.

"What should I do now? She won't let me fight." Bal then remembered that he had been betted once during the deck landing training. After calming down, he was still scared: "I actually dared to provoke this witch... Fortunately, she left..."

"What else can you do? Just stay there. Even if she gives you a beating, you can't do anything to those damn Americans. No matter how depressed you are now, it's nothing more than this. This result is better than getting a beating from the instructor during training." Buckhorn looked like an experienced person and actually tried to counsel his squadron leader.

"It seems so..." Bal thought for a while and nodded helplessly.

If you can't resist, then just enjoy it... But this feeling... is depressing!

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In fact, Zeppelin was no less angry than Barr. He strode into the command post angrily and went to Lütjens as soon as he entered the door:

"Commander, those Americans just went too far!!..."

"I know everyone is angry. I am angry too!" Lütjens's face was not looking good. After all, a country that looks like a whale and actually wants to use capitalism to swallow up the world is really disgusting..."The Americans are patrolling here, and the neutral zone they have drawn has taken away two-thirds of the North Atlantic. Do they really think we don't know? This country probably wants to make the European continent lose, so that they can come out and reap the benefits!!"

"If that's the case, then why this time...?"

"This time, there is really no way this time... Although you and the air force pilots are not afraid of their Yorktown in terms of combat effectiveness, the British are still chasing us... Yorktown has only sent planes, and we don't know where the main body is hiding... If a fight breaks out, the US Navy will have a reason to encircle us together with the British. We only have two ships, and we will be very passive..." Although Lütjens was in a bad mood, he still answered Zeppelin patiently.

"They are the US Navy, representing the US government. If we clash with them, our country may have an additional enemy. ... Now Britain is still resisting, and the Soviet Union's attitude is unclear. The Führer took Bismarck to the Soviet Union this time to try to test the Soviet Union's attitude and change our country's strategic situation... Now the country is not ready to go to war with another big country at this time. If the United States declares war on us now, our situation will become very bad... So although it is a pity this time, there is really no way..."

"...I know." Although he was very angry and depressed, Zeppelin had been the secretary ship for such a long time after all, and he knew there was really nothing he could say about this matter, so he finally nodded.

"Go talk to the pilots and use a nicer tone to comfort them, okay? I know they're probably not very happy either."

"Yes, I will" appease them? Zeppelin thought of Barr. Of course, the troublemakers need to be appeased...

Well, someone else is going to be unlucky again.

Although Zeppelin is not the type who likes to maliciously make things difficult for others, he will still "train" those who need to be "trained"...

"In addition, the Americans are obviously protecting the British. Although it seems that they have not chased us for the time being, they must have told the British our coordinates... So next we have to leave at full speed. It may be another fierce battle. We have to maintain the speed. This depends on you and Tirpitz." Lütjens turned his head, looked at the direction where the American plane flew from before, and said to Zeppelin.

"Yes."

"Inform Lindemann about this, and explain to him that the retreat just now is of great importance. Our fleet and country cannot afford the risk of the United States joining the war." Lütjens said helplessly. After all, although Lindemann's subordinate is usually cynical and stubborn, if a fight really breaks out, his momentum and temper will be greater than his own...

"Ok."

"Also, send the coordinates of the merchant fleet to the submarine command in Brest. We have almost destroyed their escort ships just now. Let Dönitz's submarines deal with Dad. As long as the United States has not officially joined the war, I wonder how long he can keep the transport ships!"

"?!"

Seeing the Atlantic Fleet Commander who was clearly beginning to act evil, even Zeppelin was a little confused...

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Hitler and his delegation were welcomed by Soviet representatives and accommodated in a hotel in Leningrad, while the crew remained on board.

Bismarck originally wanted to stay on her own ship, but the mustache guy temporarily designated her as a member of the delegation, so she had no choice but to resign herself to her fate and follow them to the hotel.

In fact, she also knew that she was such a good candidate for spy, how could the little mustache give up? Her mission had just begun when she arrived on the mainland, and she was destined to be a hard worker anyway...

As soon as he arrived at the hotel, Hitler called him over.

"Bismarck, how was your rest?" she asked with a smile on her face as she entered the room.

To be honest, she could never have imagined that such a seemingly kind person would end up sending 600 million Jews to hell.

"It's all right, Führer," she replied.

"Well, I have a task for you. I am very interested in the grassroots people of the Soviet Union. Now you go around the streets and observe the lifestyle and will of the local Soviet people, and then come back to report to me. Just say whatever you think." Hitler said.

"Just go to the street?" Bismarck asked puzzledly.

"Yes." In fact, Hitler also had his own considerations. He had just arrived in Leningrad, and Bismarck knew nothing about the place. Even if he could be invisible, he couldn't find any valuable places. Moreover, he brought special intelligence personnel with him, and they would steal intelligence accurately. Bismarck, an amateur, might not be able to match them even if he had the ability, so it would be better to do more in other places.

"Try to find some valuable targets. I will give you a diplomatic immunity certificate, but you know, we are definitely being targeted by the Soviets. Be careful not to be followed by them during the operation. I think this should not be a problem for you."

"That's no problem." Bismarck nodded. Tracking and counter-tracking were too easy for him. Once his mental power was spread out, he could see clearly what the people around him were doing. If he wanted to run, no one could stop him.

"That's good, go ahead." Hitler handed over a certificate and put it in her hand.

"Yes."

Bismarck folded the paper, put it in her pocket, and hurried back to her room. She went to the bathroom first, took a comfortable bath, and then prepared to go to bed - in fact, she stuffed a large bag of things (pillows, quilts, etc.) into the quilt.

Soviet spies would monitor girls' rooms. This was what the spy chief brought by Hitler told her. The correct way for her to deal with it was to go back to her room, pretend to sleep, and then take the opportunity to sneak out.

Taking the opportunity to slip away was definitely not a problem for Bismarck. She glanced at the uneven quilt, nodded with satisfaction, and then disappeared.

As soon as she stepped out of the hotel door, a biting cold wind blew in her face. Of course, what attracted her most was not the cold weather but the dozen or so "passers-by" who were secretly staring at the door.

Bismarck glanced at them and walked outside.